School Store BS

[ladylabyrinth]

You grow up to be Bill Gates.

That's exactly what I thought, too.

[MystyGlyttyr]

Thanks for all the support guys. Yeah, I'll be heading off to wrestling school after this year so I'll have to deal with the jocks again. But this time I'm on even ground because I'm doing the same thing as them.

For the record, don't be too sarcastic with your trainers. They WILL beat the shit out of you just for the hell of it so don't give them ANY reason. Just call it a sharing of life experience. *examines scars*

(Also, don't eat for at least four hours before your first day of class, unless you like throwing up.)

So far as the jock, HA! Served him right. I was a jock when I was in school but I was never a stuck up snotty one. I did, however, hang out with the guys all the time which made the "pretty girl cheerleaders" in school jealous and they, at first, tried to make me like a social pariah. When they realized I didn't give two craps and just kept playing basketball with their boyfriends, they tried spreading rumors about my being bulimic. When I started making fun of the rumor (including inviting them to follow me into the bathroom and watch to make sure I was just shitting, direct quote), then they got pissed and decided they would gang-jump me and just beat me up. That ended pretty quick after I pie-faced the first one straight to the floor and laughed at her, then invited the others to try their luck because "I like the sound of screaming".

After that, for some reason, they left me alone...

[AFpheonix]

And this, my friends, is why hell will probably look like high school for most of us. Gah, I don't miss it one bit.

I always had to wonder about the morons who would graduate, and then come back WILLINGLY to say hi to students and teachers. Why would you want to reexperience hell? I don't get it.

[erik316wttn]

Just tell me your not smark4lyfe and we're good

Thanks for all the support guys. Yeah, I'll be heading off to wrestling school after this year so I'll have to deal with the jocks again. But this time I'm on even ground because I'm doing the same thing as them.

Just gotta survive three more marking periods...

Haha, nope. I've got the same name on there as I do on here. I'm the guy with the Quebecers avatar.

Anyway, I wonder if this guy is used to getting things for free becuase he's on the team. If he is, surely that's some sort of violation.

Wonder if that's worth looking into.... muahahaha

[Kogarashi]

Dang it, Jester, you beat me to the Bill Gates joke!

And Mysty, sometimes you scare me. Most of the time, though, you sound like someone I'd get along with great.

I managed through high school mostly because I learned to be invisible. If the people who were "popular" and would make fun of others didn't notice me, they couldn't make fun of me. Odd thing with my high school, though, is that half the football team (and several athletes in other sports) were also in the advanced "nerd" classes with me (and I happened to be a soccer-playing nerd). It was usually the preppy people who were part of the FBLA* and choir who got lead parts in the school musical and didn't do much else, who filled the niche of the stereotypical cheerleaders. The cheerleaders were generally forgettable (or related to me, in which case they're more in Mysty's category of high schooler; my sisters both got to be lifters due to their near-six-foot height, and thus had well-defined biceps from what amounts to bench-pressing freshmen).

*Future Business Leaders of America, our school district's version of business classes.

[Becks]

<snip>they got pissed and decided they would gang-jump me and just beat me up. That ended pretty quick after I pie-faced the first one straight to the floor and laughed at her, then invited the others to try their luck because "I like the sound of screaming".

Mysty, remind me to always stay on your good side.

[Seanette]

Both Grade School and High School sucked for me. I was homely, socially awkward and physically very clumsy. The bullies and snobs had a field day with me every day.

My class just had its 20 year reunion, and some of the biggest jerks were on the Reunion Committee. Bet they wondered why I didn't bother going.

Heavy-glasses-wearing (from 1st grade on) bookworm, only child who found her peers' behavior appalling (according to my mother). School was basically hell for me. I can count the number of former schoolmates I give a [bleep] about seeing again on one hand.

A while back, got mail relating to a class reunion - from the high school I had moved away from in 11th grade (for non-USians, one customarily graduates at the end of 12th grade, each grade being one school year). OK, moderately impressed by the tracking, since this came addressed to me under my married name (which I'd only been using for about two years at that point), but did not care to spend the time and money to travel to another state to see any of them again, TYVM.

[Argabarga]

I got my 10 year invitation in the mail last year, threw it away without even opening it. all those I cared about in school I still have regular contact with, the rest can choke and die for all I care.

[DesignFox]

I still live in the same state. So, like my dad, I just want to go to my reunion to make fun of all the idiots who were assholes to me.

Mysty- I love your story...you're my hero.
I was the same way in school- I didn't take crap from anyone. I didn't actually flatten anyone, I was usually more passive aggressive. Otherwise, if it came down to it, it normally only took a well timed threat to get the person away from me- they figured out pretty quickly that I'd make good on it- and they wouldn't want to find out how that would turn out...

In high school, I also had a lot of acquaintances... if anyone messed with me, I could have the big guy from my art class take a casual stroll by one of my classes, and the idiot giving me problems would turn green and run into the room.

[Jester]

When I started making fun of the rumor (including inviting them to follow me into the bathroom and watch to make sure I was just shitting, direct quote), then they got pissed and decided they would gang-jump me and just beat me up. That ended pretty quick after I pie-faced the first one straight to the floor and laughed at her, then invited the others to try their luck because "I like the sound of screaming".

After that, for some reason, they left me alone...

Mysty, I've said it before and I'll say it again: Are you single?

I always had to wonder about the morons who would graduate, and then come back WILLINGLY to say hi to students and teachers. Why would you want to reexperience hell? I don't get it.

I went back to visit teachers I liked, but students? Were not people I knew, so big whoopdedoo. I actually got to teach one of my old teacher's troublesome class for half a period once (that is a long story for another time), and that was hilarious.


Actually got to deal with some high schoolers today. Was talking to my 15 year-old niece at the complex pool, and her friends were there, including some that might fit into the categories we are discussing. All the boys were large than me save one, and they were all throwing each other in the pool. I was dressed in regular clothes, with my cell phone and wallet, etc., and one of them joked about tossing me in. I fixed him with my Evil Uncle death glare and said, quietly, "That would be the last thing you did on this earth, boy." That got his and their attention. No one (except my niece) made any move to try that maneuver. A short time later, one guy that my niece is vaguely interested in, even though she has a boyfriend, whom I have only heard about but hadn't met, but have not heard good things (from niece's best friend) said something smartass. I fixed him with the aforementioned steely-eyed gaze, smiled, and said "I don't have any reason to kill you." My niece's best friend added the word I had left unspoken: "Yet." Dude decided the other side of the pool would be more hospitable.

The amusing thing in all of this is that all but one of these guys were larger than me. And I guarantee you, I made most of them nervous. Very nervous.* Age does have its benefits. Especially as in high school, these were the same folks that would have ridden me hard. And not in a good way. Revenge is sweet.

*(The one guy I doubt I made nervous was the biggest guy there...but he also was not being an asshat or a smartass, and seemed like a very nice kid. Amazing what being cool and not an asshat can get you.)

[ThePhoneGoddess]

I was a jock when I was in school but I was never a stuck up snotty one. I did, however, hang out with the guys all the time which made the "pretty girl cheerleaders" in school jealous and they, at first, tried to make me like a social pariah. When they realized I didn't give two craps and just kept playing basketball with their boyfriends, they tried spreading rumors about my being bulimic. When I started making fun of the rumor (including inviting them to follow me into the bathroom and watch to make sure I was just shitting, direct quote), then they got pissed and decided they would gang-jump me and just beat me up. That ended pretty quick after I pie-faced the first one straight to the floor and laughed at her, then invited the others to try their luck because "I like the sound of screaming".

After that, for some reason, they left me alone...

Mysty you are my new hero.

[MystyGlyttyr]

*bows to everyone*

For the record, if you want to know what dealing with me in high school was like? I've calmed down A LOT since then. So you can imagine what I was like back then...

[ArenaBoy]

Reading that makes me glad that I'm out of there. I just finished this year and I was pretty much happy to be out of there. I found a lot of the people I was stuck with more or less idiotic as for people I want to remain in touch with I can also count on one hand. I kept to myself most of the time and I'm glad I got out. Funny story time: On the last day for seniors they have this walk-out thing where all the teachers say good-bye to the leaving seniors. While everyone is walking out, some in tears; I am running out of the school with my arms extended screaming "FREEDOM". I did this entire thing all the way to my car and never looked back.

[Lace Neil Singer]

I was a total outcast in school; I read big heavy books like the LOTR trilogy (of course, I read The Hobbit first and made a point of doing so) instead of Sweet Valley High which all the other girls were reading. I went to an all girls school, and got called a slag cuz I was friends with the boys from our brother school, even tho I didn't date any of them; we just discussed football and other subjects.

I was bullied too for being weird and different; being a Marilyn Manson fan meant that I was accused of devil worshipping and left severely alone. The bullying was mostly verbal, especially after one of the popular clique ringleaders attacked me, scratching my face with her claws, and I beat the sh*t out of her. I got suspended for fighting after that, and she got away with it... altho, the fact that I'd punched her til she fell down and then kicked her repeatedly in the ribs and stomach meant that she didn't really get away scot free. I was glad to leave school; on the last day, when I got back home, I burnt my school uniform.

As for a reunion, don't make me laugh. I once saw however a girl who used to pick on me in the supermarket, and she came over to my till and apologized for her behaviour; I accepted her apology cuz she was obviously genuine; she was almost in tears. Conversely, I saw the leader of the popular clique while out shopping; she was as fat as a whale, pushing a pushchair and dragging a bawling toddler by the hand. I didn't make myself known, merely had a secret smirk at karma catching up with her to myself.

[protege]

While everyone is walking out, some in tears; I am running out of the school with my arms extended screaming "FREEDOM". I did this entire thing all the way to my car and never looked back.

I was an outcast in high school...simply because my family was poor, and I spent most study halls reading car or train magazines.

After high school graduation, I jumped into the Tercel...and laid rubber while exiting the parking lot. I couldn't stand about 99.9999% of my classmates, and wanted to get the hell out of there.

At the 10-year reunion in 2004, things were, interesting to say the least. Quite a few of the "popular" people turned out worse than I did. Several had shitty jobs, and some were still unemployed. My job's not the greatest, but it beats what some of them were doing. Karma's a bitch like that. However, even the worst of them was still pretty nice to me.

I did get even with someone though. This particular person was a total bitch to me...and I have no idea why. At least she didn't stay at the reunion long--she was a guest of someone, and once the facts started circulating about her um, crack habit, not to mention the 3 kids by different daddies, she made a quick exit. How did I know all this? When you live in a small 'burb, you hear everything. Plus, several of her drug arrests were in the local papers...

Karma's a bitch, no?